The moment they stepped into the Clear Sky Sect's main hall, a hostile voice crashed down upon them. "Hmph! What Young Sect Master? He's nothing but a bastard carrying useless trash like Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul. Does he deserve to return to the Clear Sky Sect and acknowledge his ancestors?"
Tang San and Lin Zhixia halted and looked toward the voice. On a seat to the left of the main hall sat an elderly man in red robes. His features were stern, and Spirit Power Fluctuation from a level 69 Assault System Battle Soul Emperor swirled around him. The Clear Sky Hammer token at his waist bore the character "Seven." He was the Clear Sky Sect's Seventh Elder. He glanced sideways at Tang San with undisguised contempt, clearly still holding a grudge over Tang Hao leaving the sect all those years ago.
Tang San clenched his fists. The bloody Soul Power of Divine Slaughter's Domain nearly spilled out, but he forcibly suppressed it. "Elder, you are mistaken. Martial souls have no distinction between noble and lowly; strength is what determines one's footing. As Tang Hao's son, I have the right to acknowledge my ancestors and return to the sect."
"Strength?" The Seventh Elder slammed his palm onto the table and rose, his Soul Power making the candles throughout the hall flicker. "You think you're worthy of talking about strength? If you want to acknowledge your ancestors, get past me first!" As soon as he finished speaking, two figures darted in from outside the hall. On the left stood a burly man in gray robes, Tang Hu, a level 64 Assault System Battle Soul Emperor, with the phantom of a Clear Sky Hammer already gathered in his right hand. On the right stood a woman with her hair